He shook his head once more. “Rhennthyl . . . you could be such an asset to the Collegium, if we all survive your learning process.” Then he actually smiled, genuinely, if ruefully. “Let’s take care of your captive imager.”
I did appreciate his momentary kindness, even if the rest of the day turned out to be very long. First, I had to send a Collegium messenger to Third District station with a note informing Captain Harraf or Lieutenant Warydt what had happened and why neither Lyonyt nor I would be back for the rest of the shift. I ended up directing a group of primes and seconds who functioned as scriveners to take the statements of Lyonyt and the driver. Then, while Master Dichartyn and Master Jhulian were questioning Youdh, since I could not, having been part of the events, I had to write out my own statement, as well as a description of the evidence.
After that, Master Jhulian questioned me in great depth-but, interestingly, only about the events of the morning. I had a good idea how the hearing was likely to go, but I’d have to see.
The worst part, I realized, was how little I’d accomplished.
Baluzt was probably continuing what Mardoyt had been doing. There was no real evidence to lead to either Captain Harraf or to the subcommander.
And, worst of all, I’d been able to do nothing to address the problems with High Holder Ryel. I could only hope that I could discover something at the Ball-assuming that he or Iryela or his son or nephew even attended.
39
Again, on Meredi night, I didn’t sleep all that well. The nightmares were more vivid, a melange of scenes with Patrol officers, severe-faced maitres, High Holders, and Khethila. Although I couldn’t recall details when I woke, the impression they left with me was that whatever I did was too late or not enough, or both. I had to work to get past the feelings raised by the nightmares as I tried to think out the day on the coach ride to Third District station, but there were so many unresolved matters.
The first thing I did after I arrived at the station was read over Lyonyt’s official Patrol report of the incident with Youdh, with Lyonyt hovering at my elbow.
“I think I got it all down, sir. Some of it happened real quick.”
“The important things are all here.” I smiled, then signed below his scrawl. “I need to talk to the captain for a moment. I won’t be able to be here tomorrow, and he needs to know.”
“Sir?”
“The justice hearing for Youdh. It’s tomorrow.”
“Oh . . . yes, sir.”
I turned and walked straight into the captain’s study. “Good morning.”
He didn’t rise from behind his desk. “Good morning, Master Rhennthyl. You and Lyonyt had a busy day yesterday. I would like to say that we won’t have as many problems with the middle section of the taudis.” His smile was forced. “I fear that we will have more and different problems. Much as they are problems, strong taudischefs maintain order in ways that the Patrol cannot.”
“That they can, sir. I’m not certain that Youdh was a strong taudischef. He was personally powerful, but that doesn’t always translate into strong and effective leadership. As you have said, we will see.” I smiled politely. “I fear that I am going to create a small problem for you. I will not be able to accompany Lyonyt tomorrow. My presence is required at the justice hearing for Youdh.”
“So soon?” Harraf frowned. “Usually, there’s at least a week between charging and the hearing.”
“You haven’t had a chance to read yesterday’s report. One of the reasons Youdh’s caused so much trouble is that he’s actually an imager who was never discovered. Imagers fall under Collegium justice.”
“Oh . . . and what might that be?”
I kept smiling. “The penalty for using imaging in committing any significant crime is death. There are no exceptions and mitigating circumstances. The only question is whether Youdh committed a crime, but since he used imaging in attempting to kill a patroller and an imager . . .” I shrugged.
“I don’t imagine he’s said much or confessed to anything. Most taudis-types don’t.”
“He had quite a few comments upon my breeding and background and why I deserved to be dead, but little more than that. But I’m not trained in obtaining information the way some imagers are. They may find out more, but even if they do, I doubt if I’ll know for some time.”
Harraf nodded, then spoke. “Subcommander Cydarth sent a message indicating that you would be available to assist Third District for another two weeks, and possibly longer, depending on other circumstances. I had thought that next week, with the possible unrest in the taudis, you could accompany Lyonyt and Fuast-he’s Alsoran’s replacement, fresh from training.”
“I’ll plan on doing that, sir.”
“You haven’t heard anything more on the progress of the conscription teams, have you?”
“There’s a rumor that they’ve started in the west of L’Excelsis, but I’ve heard nothing to confirm that, sir.”
“The west? Much help that is.” He glanced past me.
“If you’ll excuse me . . .”
He nodded again, and I departed.
Harraf had not been surprised in the least that Youdh had been an imager. He hadn’t even tried to counterfeit surprise. That strongly suggested that he’d known and, more important, that he knew that I knew he knew. He also knew I had no proof that he’d done anything wrong.
“Sir?” asked Lyonyt as soon as I rejoined him. “Did he say anything about tomorrow?”
“He didn’t. I will be patrolling with you and Fuast next week, on some of the days, at least.” That wasn’t what Harraf had said, but the way matters were going I had an idea I might need to be elsewhere.
When we walked past the Temple I saw no sign of any taudis-toughs, in purple jackets or otherwise. On the first patrol round, the one that made a circuit, we saw only the usual morning people-women sweeping stoops, small children on porches, a few older women walking toward the avenue.
We’d gone a block farther along on the second round, leaving Saelio, when I caught sight of two men in green jackets, standing beside a gatepost next to an alley.
“Jadhyl . . .” murmured Lyonyt.
I’d half expected the well-spoken taudischef, if somewhat later in the day, but all I said was, “Let’s see what he has to say.”
Once we were within a few yards, I halted and said, “Good morning, Jadhyl.”
“Good morning to you, Master Imager.” Jadhyl looked at me, appraisingly, before continuing. “It is said that a wagon filled with stones rolled over you, and that you got up and walked through a hail of knives, and arrows, and brushed aside spiked cannonballs. Then you brought Youdh to his knees and then trussed him up like a piglet for slaughter.”
“Something like that,” I admitted. “It wasn’t that exciting. Youdh had tried to kill me several times before that. It was time to put a stop to it.”
He inclined his head. “Were you a Patrol lieutenant, Master Rhennthyl, or a captain, the taudis would be far safer.”
“If you were a taudischef of more blocks, Jadhyl, people would live better.”
“Deyalt and I do what we can.” He nodded to the muscular man beside him.
“So do I, and so do most patrollers.” I smiled politely. “I appreciate your being willing to talk and your efforts to make things better in the taudis.”
There was a moment of silence.
“Has it been decided,” I asked, “who might succeed Youdh? Or take over his territory?”
“Of that I would not know,” replied Jadhyl. “We have made it clear that we will do our own patrols on both sides of Mando. I have heard that Horazt may watch over another block east toward Dugalle. Those between us will decide what they will do.”
“And the priests of Puryon?”
“They will decide what they will decide.” Jadhyl’s voice was cold. Then he smiled, politely, but not coolly. “We did wish to express our pleasure that you are well and continue to patrol.”
“Thank you for your kind words. We will continue to do what we can.”